Seeing that Mo Qi wasn't joking, Xiao Zhang stopped pouring the wine.
The tantalizing aroma of the wine teased him, and Xiao Zhang could only swallow repeatedly to quell his desperate craving.
"I really can't drink it?" Xiao Zhang asked, unwilling to give up.
This time, before Mo Qi could answer, Di Zhong slapped the back of Xiao Zhang's head and glared.
"Your master said you can't drink, so you can't drink! Just do as you're told. Enough with the nonsense!"
Xiao Zhang pouted, looking wronged. 'Teacher, that's not the attitude you had a moment ago!' he grumbled internally.
How could he know that in the eyes of Di Zhong and Xiao Zhengheng, the current Mo Qi was fully qualified to be their equal—and in terms of sheer presence, he might even surpass them.
Di Zhong's actions were also a way of declaring his stance.
